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[Cheesecake]

Gunfire

It is 3000 years into the future. Earth, long since abandoned by it's leaders, has become a desolate wasteland as the countless orbital battles created so much debris that any shuttle launch from the ground to orbit would be suicide. Many ground bases have also been targeted by experimental bombardment weaponry, blasting apart the ground of the Earth. All of Earth's resources have been used by the de facto leaders of  the remnants of humanity to develop protective shields against falling debris and invasions by barbaric space-invaders.

However, even with their desperate attempts to protect themselves, many of their enemies have found ways to breach the shield and raid their settlements. In addition to the harsh climates, the scarce amount of resources, criminals and genetically-modified monsters, the invaders have culled the weaker of what was left of Earth's humans, forcing them to take up arms. Battling against multiple foes at once, each stronger than themselves, they were indirectly trained to become the most fearsome warriors in the system.

Even with their natural superwarriors, it was a war of attrition, and they were losing. That was when the next best thing happened. People from another star system, returning back from colonization. Shocked at what had happened, they were determined to stop them. They didn't have the resources to stave off the orbit-based humans, so they decided to use one resource they could never use: their enemy.

Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name:
Gender:
Age: [As young or old as you want, but within reason. No baby soldiers or undead warriors please.]

Bio: [Personality, appearance, backstory]
Specialization: [A field of warfare you are the best in; espionage, sabotage, CQC, assassination, etc.]
Weapon: [You've been required to take up any and all arms, but you've had one you've favored the most.]

Good Trait: [A trait that's helped you along your harsh life; Kind-hearted, Determined, Creative etc.]
Bad Trait: [A life filled with guns ain't good for your psyche. Psychotic, Hateful, Depressed etc.]

[Pick an equal amount of traits. Minimum one each, maximum four each. Also, try to make them connected. It won't work if they contradict each other outright.]

Captain: [If you want to be the captain, just write yes.]

Spoiler: Ship (click to show/hide)

[Your personal ship, chosen by the Captain. It's not a big ship, but it can accommodate 5 people, along with food, bed and guns. ]

Name:
Appearance:
Specialization: [Warship, recon ship, stealth ship, you can change it's loudout later.]

Spoiler: Squad (click to show/hide)

[Chosen by the Captain, and once the squad is assigned you can all discuss it later, but it's mostly for fluff.]

Name:
Appearance: [The uniform, tattoos, stuff like that. Also add things that mean something or make you stand out. You can change this later as well.]
Specialization: [Stealth, Assault, Assassination, Recon, etc.]

Game will start around tomorrow-ish. No first-come first-served. I'll pick it by the most fitting and creative backstory, and there's a waitlist and a high mortality rate, so don't worry!

[Harry Baldman]

I'm not entirely clear on this... who are we supposed to be working for?

Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Penelope "Peanut" Butters
Gender: Female
Age: 63

Bio: Penelope, or Peanut, as everyone she dislikes (they dislike her, too, you see, hence the choice of appellation) calls her, is a tall, gangly woman with close-cropped, curly gray hair and a heavily wrinkled face. She mostly seems highly (some would say overly) confident, and tends to have a standard attitude of contempt toward both her superiors and her inferiors. Her equals she tends to ignore. In life she seeks conflict, adventure and glory, and she doesn't let such things as horrible impracticality get in the way. She loves to get her way more than anything, and tends to blame her inferiors first, her superiors next when things don't work out. She is a loose cannon, to put it simply, and she is fascinated by aliens to a level that any who have gotten to know her find more than somewhat off-putting.
As one may surmise from the general overview of her personality, Penelope has hardly had a reputation for extreme competence in her life. Over her lifelong military career, she has only reached the rank of Captain by luck and her superiors' wish to kick her as far upstairs as their self-respect will allow. She was promoted to Lieutenant Colonel once, but then a series of fiascoes put an end to that rather quickly, and she was quickly demoted back to Captain again. Now her talents are put to use in this latest suicide mission, which very much suits her tastes to a T, and suits her superiors' wish to kill her off just as well. Now she's been given as small a complement of troops to tyrannize as Command could manage just two years before her scheduled retirement, and they hope things will resolve themselves from there on in.
Specialization: close quarters combat.
Weapon: dagger!

Good Trait: Determined, Tough, Courageous, Highly Murderous.
Bad Trait: Impulsive, Insubordinate, Mean-Spirited, Disturbing Alien Fetish.

Captain: Yes!

[Cheesecake]

I'm not entirely clear on this... who are we supposed to be working for?

Other spacefaring humans that have returned to the Solar System. The enemy is a bunch of space pirates who've blockaded escape from Earth. You've been smuggled out of Earth and are a small elite group who's mission is to cut the enemy power and weaken them.

Sorry if it wasn't clear. Also, the weapons you have (or are used to) are modern day weapons like glocks and AK-47's. You can use laser and ion weapons but you haven't been taught how to.

[Harry Baldman]

Okay. Do aliens exist? Or do only GMOs cause trouble?

[Cheesecake]

Okay. Do aliens exist? Or do only GMOs cause trouble?

There are some artifacts and some remnants of old civilizations, but no actual life has been contacted.

[Harry Baldman]

Right, then. Is my sheet okay?

[killerhellhound]

Name:Mark "Hellhound" Harrison
Gender:male
Age: [25]

Bio: Mark is upbeat and likes to be with people he can talk and laugh with though he gets protective of people he counts as friends and loves to tell his stories of killing stuff with his Knife "Fang". He still has the scars from the mutant dog on his arms he has fire tattoos over the scars which along with the the head and decal got him the nickname Hellhound.

History: Mark was 14 when a raid on his home changed his life forever where some of the Mutants got past the shield. Mark was in school when the alert went out and headed to the Bunker when he saw dead soldier's along with some dead mutants that looked like a massive dog had taken steroid's he decides his needs out weighed his respect for the dead and took some webbing ammo along with a shotgun and combat knife. Distracted from his posing in front of a mirror by scream's and high on power from having a gun he charged to the source finding two of the Mutants chasing civilians.

Still feeling high Mark let out a wild whoop and charged one of the beasts blasting it three times before a direct hit to the head killed it. Mark's rampage was cut short by the other Mutant leaping on him as he turned around Mark's life was saved by luck putting the shotgun between him and the jaws. Mark would have died if not for one of the civilians throwing a rock at the Mutant distracting it long enough for Mark to pull his knife and stab it in the throat.

The civilians he saved helped him back to the bunker where he received medical attention for the claw slashes from being leapt on. Mark kept the head of the mutant he had knifed and got a decal of it on his armor to remind him of the event, the near save and how important a knife is but nothing is more important then to have then friends at your back.


Specialization: [CQC]
Weapon: [Shotgun]

Good Trait: Gun nut, Perceptive, Upbeat
Bad Trait: Fear of being alone, Gun nut, over protective,
Captain:no

[Cheesecake]

Right, then. Is my sheet okay?

Ayup.

[Gamerlord]

RESERVED.

Name: Traia [try-er] 'Pinhead' Fairweight
Gender: Female
Age: 19

Bio:
Personality: highly abrasive, has trouble remembering or caring about others, trains obsessively when off-duty, categorises new acquaintances according to ease of execution and/or utility to herself/the goals of the current mission, when not in a combat situation suffers from even shorter temper and jitters, believed to be addicted to adrenaline.
Appearance: average height, average weight, closely cropped blonde hair, plain face.
Background: Recruited young at 14, Traia has been several things over her short stint of military service; a grunt, a sniper and an assassin. But the one thing she has always been is a spiller of blood. Killing others is how she defines herself; in the world of say... 2000 AD she would have most likely become a serial killer, but now she's a soldier, a defender of humanity and a damn good one at that. She's mostly forgotten her family, finding her time with them stifling and boring, though they never stop trying to get in contact with her for some reason. Through a measure of luck, effort and helpful squad mates Traia escaped the 'mandatory' psych evaluations that others have to attend, stopping her from being sent to The Gates, the No 1 facility for PTSD and shellshock around.

Specialization: Markswoman [Long/Middle Range]
Weapon: Sniper Rifle

Good Trait: Ruthless, Hunter Instincts, Adrenaline-based Reflex Boost, Very Skilled At Long Range Combat.
Bad Trait: Antagonistic, Bloodthirsty, Adrenaline-based Aggression Boost, Very Perceptive Of Other's Flaws.

Captain: No.



Going for a semi-psychotic former child assassin/soldier here. What do you think?

[darkpaladin109]

Signing up.
Sheet

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Blake "Liberty" Prime
Gender: Male
Age: 38

Bio: Blake, or as he calls himself, "Liberty" is a somewhat tall man with unremarkable features.  A son of a comended military officer, his father often told him his various war stories. He became obsessed with becoming as a good as a soldier as his father was. He was confident of his skills, but snapped when he was captured by the enemy. From that day forward, he became a completely different man. His former friends were afraid of him, due to his growing bloodlust and obsession with killing "the enemy", whoever the enemy might be.
Specialization: Squad support
Weapon: Machine gun

Good Trait: Good at shooting, obssesed with killing, strong
Bad Trait: Constant bloodlust, creepy personality

[BFEL]

Spoiler: Guy McVernon, Engineer/Saboteur (click to show/hide)

Name: Guy McVernon
Gender: Male
Age: 20

Bio: A young mulleted man who has spent his life coming up with unorthodox solutions to everyday problems, often with everyday objects. He met up with the current crew by fixing their mutilated engine with the contents of a crewmans colostomy bag. He spent most of his life just wandering from place to place, fixing things and breaking things that probably shouldn't stay fixed. He has a particular love of taking apart huge complex mechanisms by messing with a single seemingly unimportant part and orchestrating the demise of the entire machine through it. He also has a near obsession with Polka music.
Specialization: Engineer/Saboteur
Weapon: Swiss Army Knife

Good Trait: Creative/Inventive, particularly with everyday objects. He is also very good at raising morale.
Bad Trait: Perfectionist/OCD. Also doubts his own worth secretly.

Captain: Yes?

[Dwarmin]

Spoiler: Name: Desmond 'Ready' Macready (click to show/hide)

Gender: Male
Age: 27

Bio: Desmond 'Always Ready' Macready was born in the land that was once the united states-residing in the tainted badlands of the republic of New Texas. Like everyone else, he was drummed into the military as soon as he could hold a gun the right way-he was hunting mutants and bandits before 15.  He got his name slowly, but steadily-for his knack of seeming to always be prepared at a moments notice, having almost a sixth sense and a nose for trouble. What's more, he was considered the sort to lead others-a combination of heartlessness, courage and empathy that allows one to control the tempests of battle during the worst of them. At 18, he was given his first command-a squad of ten men and women of fine caliber. It was here he would win great acclaim, and many believed he would also rise even further in the ranks-he also met a woman who changed his life...and for once, he knew a small measure of peace...but, such happiness is fleeting in our world.

Everything came crashing down in one terrible night-his squad ordered to hold a checkpoint against impossible odds-enough time to give the people they were protecting, time to escape. He watched as his old friends died one by one-cut down last of all, the one he loved. He only survived by pretending to be dead, laying among the bodies of his comrades. He told himself at the time he merely intended to survive to make sure they were avenged...in truth, his courage broke. He was afraid of death. He hid.

He has never forgiven himself for not dying beside them.

...

The man that had seen the sunset did not see the sunrise. Desmond was changed-wracked with grief and anger, he dove into drink and meaningless relationships with women, looking for something to fill the void in him-he continued to fight, of course, becoming reckless and ultimately desiring a 'heroic' death. Nothing could kill him, much to his consternation. And so on. The only thing that could rouse him from his slow self destruction was the idea of a final, impossible mission...one where he would never return...

Maybe then he can sleep easy, knowing he tried once more.


Specialization: Demolitions
Weapon: Rocket Launcher

Good Trait: Brave, Always Ready, Sixth Sense, Empathetic
Bad Trait: Glory Hound, Explosive Temper, Hidden Grief, Philanderer

Captain: Yes

[Cheesecake]

Okey-dokey. Well, the first five will be: Dwarmin (Captain), killerhellhound, Gamerlord, darkpaladin109, and BFEL! Harry Baldman will be first to go after one of you is killed.

Nothing was wrong with any of your sheets; in fact, I liked all of them. I just chose those who would have specializations and traits that would be more cohesive as a team, while still be interesting for all of them being psychos.

Also Dwarmin: You can write in the ship and squad sheets now and discuss it with the squad.

Pre-Turn:

A loud siren wails as your shuttle docks in the SS Centurion. A recorded voice orders all personnel to clear the deck as your shuttle lands in the landing pad. You disembark one by one as the guards scan you for weaponry. They don't really look like guards, though; more like civilian scientists with a mask that "tries" to intimidate and a handgun which you think is just for show.

A man appears above you, leaning on the railing and giving you a smirk. He looks tall, with shaved hair and a scar running down his cheek. He's in his 50's and looks like the only one who's been in a fight in this ship. He calls over to you.

"Welcome to the SS Centurion. My name is Albus Agrippa, Lord Captain of this ship. Pleasure to finally meet you." He walks down the staircase and shakes hands with each one of you, stopping at Desmond. "Ah, Captain Desmond. Your ship is ready to be fitted. Please discuss this with your squad. Your first mission will start tomorrow at 600 hours."

He brings you to a lounge with a rounded rectangular table with five seats around it. It's air-conditioned and has a smell of perfume. The Captain takes his leave and leaves you to meet each other.

You can now roleplay!

EDIT: Bad grammar. (Thanks Gamer!)

[Gamerlord]

((Little tip: you used you're instead of your a lot.))

Traia just sits down at the table and begins drumming her fingers on it, looking left and right.

[Cheesecake]

((Little tip: you used you're instead of your a lot.))

Traia just sits down at the table and begins drumming her fingers on it, looking left and right.

*dies a bit inside*

Yeah this happens when I don't write English on a daily basis.